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the death of jouska - i__azariah. lyrics

, i couldn’t even say if i knew. the mirror was shattered. whatever you saw didn’t matter, your vision elated the truth. plus i stayed introspective, cause everything felt inconclusive, this rap sh*t done came out the blue. but the more that it led, the more the sh*t got to my head. (

that grew in my garden, know he helped me to bloom, but we pardoned over some sh*t i couldn’t control. conspired with music, the one thing i felt that i ruined eventually tainted my soul, and left it in ruins as i roam through the city for loose*ends so i can atone. and whoever saying i’m wrong can die with this n*gga, sorry but i’m not an apology giver. i was trying be the bigger person even if it wasn’t worth it but it made my animosity bigger. this ain’t no student vs master this is student vs stupid. if i had to, i could get into it. rather a 1v1 or a 1v20 i could show you how easy i do it. most of your music is putrid. i tried to keep you alive, but you just refused it. questioning god, as i study acoustics. the pros and the cons, and the sour & sweet. created a song that was said to be heat, but you still passed it up cause you grinding your t**th. (aye man where tf the beat at n*gga. tf the beat at man, what y’all doing. hook me up with another beat man.)

the death of jouska

(yeah this my type of beat right here. n*ggas be afraid to go all soul music and sh*t. like something really touch the heart. sh*t i’d rap on this for 3 minutes, fr.). this what i need, this sh*t kinda remind me of peace, sum sh*t that relaxes the soul. as i planned to stick with the beats, some sh*t in my mind had told me to let that sh*t go. like doom, i went with the flow. but then you arose, saying some sh*t about a rose. and then you left me on hold, and the winter was cold, but the beat had attracted the mold. and the seed had eventually froze, (but the heat still burns me inside.) (it’s a shame how attracted a thousand of strangers all who came just to watch you die. i felt wrong that i was a shade to these lies.) as i made you a slave to rhymes. as the pen burn my hand, i regret to stan as a fan, with a man who i thought was my friend. and any tan who plans to co*sign, gets signed as a lamb, sacrificed as a sham to the man. (hope my fam, blue, watches.) and come back to the land just to see the synopsis. (of what his death caused.) i’m the mask cause the man don’t exist. hope you know that my morale often slip. (and if morales want it he can get it too) just a name ona list, or a frame on a pic that i throw darts at. purple diamonds in the night, just to help me find my mark. can’t sleep while that n*gga still breathing. plug girl keep calling like (“boy is you mad at me”). h*ll nah girl, you a f*cking soul eater. still i love my ex, and i peep sh*t is still unfinished. the biggest star in a room full of angels. (u ain’t know that i was still cuffing problems). as free chaos coming at all angles. i’m the real cowboy, n*gga been said this. i could give a d*mn bout a j*panese breakfast. f*ck a valentine, cause they just wanna strip like gaza (free palestine), and been everywhere like the plaza. see i was dead bent on making music, hoping that the first song would maybe fix my posture. but everything was wrong all along. you was just for the money, but greed doesn’t pay, so the cloud got you hungry. and the clout doesn’t know i exist, so my songs don’t get noticed, but the crown still fits on my head. and everybody wanna be the king, but everybody’s dead. and everybody lives everybody’s death. and everybody dies, ain’t no bodies left. till everybody k!lls everybody. singing this song while i dance on you. singing this song bring me immense joy. whatcha wanna know, i got h*lla stories. about a young n*gga when he was a boy. but then a n*gga grew, pinocchio nose **telling lies but when you got caught your monkey ass froze. (like you freeze for the camera.) tell the n*gga make a pose. (like he posing for the gram.) n*gga putting on a show. why you lying to the fam. since you wanna be a rose, i’m the winter. watch you wither as these times getting cold. (how many times you gonna say this.) what my lines getting old? are my rhymes not enough, is my voice kinda rough, lmk. what it is. do i need to put a smile on my face. should i leave all these jokes out my songs. should i stop wearing the mask. nahhh

no lightskins aloud, in this house.(2x)

- i__azariah lyrics

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